My Personal Trainer Is A Hot Milf

The German plane’s bullets must have made a crack in the fuel tank. He was going slower and slower, and he realized that at this rate he would never make the road to Tobruk. He accelerated to full throttle again, realizing that it wasn’t the engine that would fail, but the gasoline that would run out. After a while Melina’s pleading voice was heard:

“Robert, I’d like to have sex!”

“How?” he asked stunned. “Yes, I’d like you to fill it. As always, the carefully laid plans were thrown into disarray because now the German Messerschmitts changed tactics and engaged in air-to-air combat, determined to clear the skies of British fighters. It wasn’t called a Spitfire for nothing, for the tracers spat out by the eight machine guns on the wings spread like so many fingers of fire towards the enemy and practically blew the fuselage of the plane in front of him, and one of the bursts must have hit the gas tank, for the plane caught fire and began a long fall towards the dunes that seemed